My grip on ambition is slowly loosening
each passing day is relentless toil
all the trappings are out of reach
the procrastination of my youth shames me
my current destination appalls me.
No more irons in the fire
reticent from being burnt in the past
by my own laziness.
Blame the world
from behind my directionless life
heading towards a forgetful oblivion.
A strong man wants to be remembered
by making his mark
so he’ll be talked about in years to come
like all my heroes
but only one in a million is a hero
leaving many thousands of cowards.
Maybe I can write my way out of this
avoid this faceless future
leave my mark
get the respect I crave from those I despise
or just give up
and await retirement.
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